Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Find the Best Strawberries

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Claudia swallowed the anger rising in her chesi, along with that stifling, inexplicable frustration at not getting more strawberries, and forced a faint smile, “Commander Hewitt is back? I was just passing by to see Zaylee. It’s getting late. so I won’t disturb you.”

She practically gritted out the words, holding onto the last scraps of her royal composure as she stood to leave.

Once she stepped out of Hewitt Castle and climbed into her luxurious hover car, her face darkened completely.

Her disgust for Elizabeth–someone she’d never even met was tangled with a grudging, uneasy jealousy she refused to admit.

Of course, that jealousy was aimed at Zaylee.

Claudia couldn’t stand that Zaylee had a loving marriage and a remarkable son.

She’d expected Zaylee to be furious, especially after being matched with such an embarrassing daughter- in–law.

Her visit today wasn’t just to demand an explanation for her daughter. It was also to ridicule Zaylee.

But instead, she ended up becoming the joke.

Brimming with grievance and anger, Claudia returned to her opulent palace, which somehow felt cold and empty.

The moment she stepped inside, she flung her shawl off in frustration, tossing it toward the maid who rushed to greet her.

Her mind kept flashing back to the warm scene of the Hewitts sharing strawberries, to Trevor acting like she didn’t even exist, and to Zaylee’s regretful words, “If you think they’re only average, then forget it.” Each memory pricked her like a needle.

“Bring me strawberries!” she barked, trying to drown the fierce anger in her chest with the sweetness of that one unforgettable bite.

A young maid, Emma, didn’t dare delay. She rushed to the kitchen and soon returned with a plate of royal–supply strawberries, each one plump, shiny, and bright red. She carefully handed the plate to the princess.

Claudia grabbed the biggest one without patience and bit into it.

But the burst of sweetness she had imagined never came. The strawberry was juicy but bland. Its flesh was fi’erous and even a little gritty.

She spat it back onto the plate. her eyebrows shooting up as she slammed the half–eaten strawberry down.

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Chapter 122 Find the Best Strawberries

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Juice splattered everywhere. “What is this garbage?! How dare you serve me this?! Bring me the best strawberries! The absolute best! Do you hear me?!”

Emma shook violently and dropped to her knees, her voice quivering with tears. “Your Highness, th–this is already a royal supply. It… It’s the best the kingdom can grow right now…”

“The best?!” Claudia yowled as a cat whose tail was stepped on. “You think because Prince Lawrence is gone, my daughter and I have no one to rely on, that even you can look down on me?! How dare you bring me this pig feed and try to brush me off?!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she got, almost like she was dumping every bit of her shame and rage onto poor Emma,

She stormed forward, digging her sharp nails into Emma’s bare arm, leaving several clear red marks.

Emma’s eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but she didn’t dare move. She just bit her lip and endured it in silence.

“Useless! You can’t even find decent strawberries! It’s pointless to keep any of you!” Claudia pinched Emma again and again. Only when Emma started trembling in pain did some of the anger inside Claudia ease a little.

But she wasn’t done. “Get out! Find me the best strawberries! If you come back empty–handed, I’ll punish you!”

Emma clutched her sore arm and left the main hall, tears streaming down her face.

In the corridor, the other attendants looked at her with pity, but nobody dared to go comfort her.

They were stuck in palace service because their families had taken generous settlement payments and signed contracts for ten, 20 years, or more.

That was the contract that bound them to servitude.

Unless the royal family decided to be merciful, leaving without permission meant being blacklisted by every institution in the kingdom and dragging their families into trouble. The usual result was disaster.

They had nowhere to go and had no escape.

An older maid noticed Emma crying, sighed, and stepped forward. She handed her a clean handkerchief and said softly. “Wipe your face. Princess Lucille’s marriage didn’t go well, and Princess Claudia has been in a foul mood lately. Just stay out of her way and be careful.”

Emma nodded through her tears. “Thank you, Dahlia.”

She lifted her tear–streaked face, looking helpless. “But… Her Highness wants me to find her the best strawberries… I barely ever leave the palace. Where am I even supposed to find them?”

Dahlia frowned, Claudia was being unreasonable, letting her anger loose on the maids again.

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